Meadowlark was one of my first posts, number 6, posted on I’m reposting it today, in response to the daily prompt of Trill“>Trill.
I do love the trill of the meadowlark, and now, in cold and snowy January, its missing. I run the same trails, but with a much different soundtrack, the squeak of snow and the crunch of ice under my shoes. Birdsong is limited. I mostly hear the geese who winter over on nearby Harper Lake honking overhead from time to time. The photo just below shows the trail two days ago, I’m hoping its less snowy today. I’m appreciating the contrast between a July and a January day. Each has its virtues, and I am eagerly awaiting the return of the meadowlarks.
The song of the western meadowlark is a quintessential icon of summer for me. Mornings as a child, it was a part of the soundtrack, and now, when I’m outside, hearing it again brings a smile. I relax and remember that the day is full of possibilities. Here’s the song, taken from the Audubon Society’s website:
One more January update: after the first version of this went up, a friend who sees this on facebook noted that she and her husband were walking last week a few miles east of me and they saw and heard “two very confused meadowlarks”! Thanks, Nancy!
I started this blog, curioussteph.com in 2017, with the intent of exploring both inner and outer curiosities. This was the beginning: By day, I'm a retired family physician turned body-oriented psychotherapist. I garden, travel, am owned by 2 elderly cats, figure skate and am training for my first triathlon.
Three years later, the two elderly cats have crossed the rainbow bridge, and we now have an 11 year old adoptee, Ziggy. I'm done with triathlon and skating for the time being, and I am still physically active, running, biking and walking. It's now the time of the coronavirus, which is affecting us all. Coincident with that, my 90 year old father's replacement aortic valve is failing and he is now in hospice care. I anticipate a variety of current writings, and some of the focus may be on how it is now, with a gravely ill parent, and the constraints of covid 19, and how it all hangs together. We shall see. (4/19/20)
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